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just finally accepting reality.”
I walked toward the exit.
Behind me, my mother cried. My father shouted. Jeffrey cursed. Other diners watched with undisguised interest.
I didn’t care.
In the parking lot, I sat in my old Honda—one hundred eighty-three thousand miles—and I shook.
Not from fear.
Not from regret.
From relief.
My phone started ringing immediately.continue reading …
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